What Just Happened?

“Come over tonight and we can watch a movie?”

“Sure which one?”

“We can decide when you get over.”

Joe put his phone down. He picked up his keys and was out the door in a few moments. On the drive to Jason’s house he thought about the movies they could watch. He wasn’t in the mood for a comedy but a horror was always a good choice, a scary picture would just what he needed to after a long week at work. Parking outside Jason’s was easy, there was always plenty of space.

The bell hadn’t stopped ringing when the door was opened.

“You made it here quick,” Jason said with his usual welcoming smile. “Come on let’s go upstairs, we can watch it in my room.”

When the two entered the bedroom the small old style TV was on with some programme that wasn’t really that important for either of the young men to pay any attention too.

Joe sat down on the single bed. He took his shoes off and crossed his legs. This was the first time he had been in Jason’s room and even though it was small it seemed really nice. The two had not been friends for long even though they connected with each other really quickly. It was amazing how Jo was able to open up to Jason telling him that he was gay even though their conservative background was strictly against such things. Jason didn’t mind, he took Joe for who he was.

“So where is your girlfriend today?” Joe asked.

“She is with her parents so I thought this would be a great time to hang out.”

Even though it sounded like Joe was a second best choice to hang out with he didn’t pick up on the remark.

“What movies did you have in mind? I was thinking something scary. The werewolf one has just come out on DVD. Do you have it yet? Or can we stream it online?”

“I’ll have a look online.” Jason closed the door before he picked up his smart phone. Instead of searching for the movie he turned the music on putting the phone on the table next to the TV.

Not thinking too much of it Joe was looking through his own text messages when suddenly Jason was leaning over him. His arms were on either side of Joe, pressed against the wall and his smiling face looked down at him. All of a sudden, with a force that shook Joe, Jason started to kiss him on the neck. It wasn’t gentle nor was it romantic just a very hurried attempt to make contact.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked as Jason continued.

There was no answer instead he continued to kiss him roughly, biting the skin, bruising it as he did so.

Confusion struck Joe but his loneliness had mixed up the act as a sign of love.

“We should stop,” he said thinking about how this might hurt Jason’s girlfriend if she found out.

“Don’t you like it?” The kissing paused briefly only to resume.

In Joe’s thoughts he did like the attention, not having anyone show him affection for such a long time his muddled mind couldn’t see that he was being used.

He moved over on the bed to let Jason sit beside him only he ended up lying down instead.

What was going on here? This was not what he wanted.

Jason lay on top of Joe his hands roaming his body, finding their way under his garments.

Fear gripped Joe and so he allowed it to continue. Surely a little bit of kissing was going to be ok. He caught Jason on the lips and as they pressed together there was no parting from Jason’s side.

Odd.

Jason started to undress while Joe protested.

“You shouldn’t do that.” The words went unheeded.

Now nude Jason proceeded to remove Joe’s jogging bottoms. Again any protest was ignored. In the end after a few moments of fumbling Joe lay back and allowed Jason to do as he wished.

Exhaling with excitement, Jason proceeded to orally satisfy Joe. The sensation did please him even though in his mind he continued to repeat, ‘this isn’t right. It needs to end.”

Without completing his task, clearly board of it, Jason attempted to force Joe to return the favour. He held his head with one hand while he directed himself to Joe’s mouth with the other. Joe refused, keeping his mouth tightly shut. Jason soon gave up. Favouring another task instead. Spitting on Joe’s legs he squeezed them shut before inserting himself between the gap. Jason beat his body against his friends while he lay there lifeless, unaware of how  he had ended up in the situation he found himself in.

The kissing continued during the breaks between thrusting sessions. Then again Jason tried to force Joe to take him into his mouth. Joe refused once more.

Frustrated Jason got off Joe only to turn him around.

“No,” Joe said but it was happening anyway.

With his face in the pillow he gripped the bed tightly. Much to his surprise Jason did not enter into him but proceeded with the beating between his legs. It lasted less time than predicted and Joe knew it was over when he felt the warm liquid touch his bare skin.

Jason got up and wiped away the stain before putting his clothes back on.

Joe stood up naked. “I need to shower before I go home,” he said.

“You can’t my flat mate will be home soon. You are going to have to go.” Jason kept an eye out the window as he spoke.

Joe put on his clothes before trying to cuddle Jason and to kiss him. He was bated away and hurried out the door.

‘This must be what it feels like to be loved.’ Joe thought. He had known no different.

He was hurried out the door and as he left he asked Jason when he would meet again. ‘Soon,’ was the only answer he got.

Joe went home and showered. As he washed his bruised body his heart was torn between emotions. This wasn’t love, he knew that, but was this all he was worth? That night when he lay in his bed he felt used however mixed with his feelings of hurt there was a sense of pleasure. Someone wanted to be with him that night even if it was only his body they were after.

What was going on? What did it mean? Why did it happen like this?

These were questions that were never answered and next time they met it was only sex that Jason was after to which Joe refused. The two never spoke again even though the thoughts stayed with Joe for all the years of his life after.

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